My Gem...

I remember the first time I set my eyes on those beautiful set of eyes... She was shy, with a cute smile on her face, she greeted me... Called me Sir(obviously)...

At first she was irritating... Vexing me till my bones hurt... Asking too much doubts.... Establishing herself as an insufferable know-it-all...Told me how she scored better in each and every subject she wrote tests on but failed at her most desperate moment... And on and on it went... One story after another... About her being a hardcore vegetarian and throwing up for every piece of meat she ate which her family thought was weird for her... And how she was loved and cared by her teachers and parents and her whole family, of course and still she was underrated than her gifted brother... About her doing the core aspects of her mother's job and still was left unrewarded for her efforts... About how she was forced to love a guy after he stalked (milder language used) her continuously from time to time and how he left her after invoking her love and how she was heartbroken and vowed never to love anyone ever again... Making me realise word after word, sentence after sentence how empty her life was...

Well, I listened to her stories even when I had a choice to make her stop the gibberish she was making me and all the others around her listen... But here's a fun fact.... I never really noticed those eyes after that first sight I had with them.... After a while, she stopped her gibberish and began to talk about what she wanted to do in her life if she was not a caged bird..... People are usually honest when they talk about what they want most in their lives...And about freedom... And then... I looked into those eyes once again...

They were sparkling brilliantly... Like pure gemstones... I thought they were staring at my soul.... How foolish and cautious I was to realise that all the time she was vexing me, talking about her family, her ambition, her lost love yada yada she never looked anywhere but to me wanting me to see the sparkle in those eyes... How late I was to realise that they were sparkling for me..... Wanting me to embrace the shining light....

Who doesn't love light when it shines for you ? Showing a clear path before you... Making you realise the genuineness of the big bang theory after all..... From the huge dormant gas ball sorrounded by emptiness and all, true light was born and the same emptiness helped the light illuminate the whole universe..... And it let me realise an incontrovertible fact, from a dormant heart surrounded by loneliness and all, true love is born and the same loneliness helps the love to spread happiness around it....

I was a lucky guy to feel the sparkle.....

Intro

So......The Davy Jones' Locker......

Sort of a catchy name.........Even I myself wondered what it meant.......Then I "Googled" it.......

And found out it is just an Idiom.......... For the bottom of the sea : A state of 'death' among drowned sailors and shipwrecks........

But just know every person who is reading this caption has, one way or another, been to the Locker.......

Look at some moments of your life for instance (If none of the these incidents ever happened to you, you are God...... )



From the day you start analyzing and  understanding everything happening around you, your innocence dies........


From the day you start comparison with others, your beauty dies........


From the day you start obeying, your freedom dies...........

From the day you start communicating and conversing with the outer world, your privacy dies.......

From the moment your eyes fall on the opposite gender, your friendship dies..........

From the day you start earning, your dependency dies......

From the moment your duty calls for you, your intimacy dies......



As a matter of fact, I've only reached this much level in my life,So can't go on further...........(And feel free to fill in your ideas because it never ends........)

But without these so called "DEATHs", there is no meaning of the word "LIFE".........

So, everybody who ever read this, have put in a "state of death" something or the other in their lifetime.........And now you know everybody holds a "Davy Jones' Locker"

But if you take a look inside your locker, just by a single glance of it, you may find that you dumped the most precious of your life's symbols inside it.........You drowned and wrecked each and every part of these valuble symbols of your life, just to survive........Just to pass on to the next minute.....the next moment........and LIVE.....

But I just have a question if you have read all these:

Are you living your life?

OR

Are you trying to survive the present day of your life?


Answer it any way you like.......  Not my concern......  Anyways, Life must go on.......

and

Welcome to my "Locker".......